and bury it before it buries me
There is laughter that booms on her lips like sunflowers when a smile slips onto her face towards the boy and his companion. “He looks quite tired,” she says with another note of ready laughter from the golden girl. She offers the lion an amused grin. “Hello Toro,” she responds to him. His color, in some ways, reminds Elena of her mother, but the similarities end there, Beylani had been something else entirely, while she had been elegant, she did not seem to be as enchanting as the stallion before her was. Still, there is something comforting in the similarity, even if it was small.
Elena is a beautiful name, he says and it echoes back to another time, another place, another boy, but he was not pale like Toro, his skin was like shadows and his mane as silver as rays of starlight. “That’s a nice name. Nice name for a nice-looking girl.” He had said. “You’re very pretty, did you know that?” And the way Vadar had looked at her like a starving animal longing to touch her golden skin. But as she looks into Toro’s eyes with her own of silver blue, she sees none of those emotions in his own. It is promising the golden girl thinks. Novus was not Beqanna with its monsters and horrors. Or so she likes to believe as she shines a vivid, lustrous gold under the sun.
She laughs once more with his words. “You cant have met my family then,” she says in lilting tones with blue eyes trained on him. “The whole group of them gold, well most of them anyway,” she says. Her mother even, pale as she was, was like golden sunshine when it rose very first thing in the morning. Valerio, that rich brandished gold, her Uncle, her grandmother, everyone. “How about your family then?” She asks. “Are you the ‘white sheep’ of your family, or is there a matching set?” She has to ask, giggling slightly at her own joke. She glances upwards towards the sun before blinking away the light and returning to look at him once more. “Aren’t you ever worried about getting sunburned?”
Elena is a beautiful name, he says and it echoes back to another time, another place, another boy, but he was not pale like Toro, his skin was like shadows and his mane as silver as rays of starlight. “That’s a nice name. Nice name for a nice-looking girl.” He had said. “You’re very pretty, did you know that?” And the way Vadar had looked at her like a starving animal longing to touch her golden skin. But as she looks into Toro’s eyes with her own of silver blue, she sees none of those emotions in his own. It is promising the golden girl thinks. Novus was not Beqanna with its monsters and horrors. Or so she likes to believe as she shines a vivid, lustrous gold under the sun.
She laughs once more with his words. “You cant have met my family then,” she says in lilting tones with blue eyes trained on him. “The whole group of them gold, well most of them anyway,” she says. Her mother even, pale as she was, was like golden sunshine when it rose very first thing in the morning. Valerio, that rich brandished gold, her Uncle, her grandmother, everyone. “How about your family then?” She asks. “Are you the ‘white sheep’ of your family, or is there a matching set?” She has to ask, giggling slightly at her own joke. She glances upwards towards the sun before blinking away the light and returning to look at him once more. “Aren’t you ever worried about getting sunburned?”
so take away this apathy
bury it before it buries me
@El Toro loooooooool sunburn
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let's light this house on fire
we'll dance in the warmth of its blaze
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